Lyrics:
LA, every day
(Dancing in the street)
They're dancing in the street
(Dancing in the street)
They form a big strong line, get in time
(Dancing in
out, we love it though
Bussa Buss, nigga yeah
Spill it check it
It's my type of party scratch it up
Quiet Storm, me and T, nigga
It's Strong Island, I'm
querer
Pero es normal porque él no es el primero que me ilusiona
Pero ya no importa
Porque eso me pasa por entregarte to'
Aquí te doy la cara y eso tú
so
It's hot, it's now
It feels (like)
À la cérémonie du thé
J'ai pas pu me présenter
Je suis désolée mais en tant qu'athée
J'en suis acquittée
(la paura che io sento)
But I know it'll wash away
Whatever you do
Don't worry 'bout me
I'm thinking 'bout you
Don't worry 'bout us
'Cause in
Funky, yeah baby! Blackula, spectacular
Blackula, bust at ya, spectacular, Blackula Blackula, bust at ya
Blackula, spectacular
[Kool Keith]
Bust
Super ugly
Mr X to tha Z
Yeah, Warren
LA indo, gangster and mack mo
Bullets at your window, dangerous
Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave
Suu whoop my rag (rag), I'm suu whoop when I'm mad (mad)
"YG, don't you got a daughter?" Yeah, I'm a gangbangin'-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag),
Yeah, all in a day
I remember your lips
Do you remember the taste
Remember family names
Your child, my child, our child
Whitley and Dwayne
Different
And your dick's smaller than a motherfuckin' snail
Ma bite mec
Ca monte jusqu'a la tour
Ta bite mec
Ca voit meme pas le jour
My dick like
In the L.A. night the sirens wail
The song you can feel
Pale stars that never shine
Scotch and the whiskey
And the Rainbow local wine
She's done
Brighton niggas, let's see that money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell L.A. Reid and them niggas to crack that safe
Word
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
from New York to L.A.
from Chile to Greece
from New Gandhi to your momma
we gives absolutly no fucks
Yeah, two-thousand-two
I don't hear you no more
The K-double-O-L, the K-E-I-T-H
Check it out
I trust talent, whattup Flex, JoJo and K-Ci put me
Looks is deceiving, yeah - don't underrate no man
Don't watch the tool, the work it can do
Watch the man that behind it
The man laugh first, him nuh
Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin'
Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' Crystal-in'
Yeah we puffing real La
Laid back to the funk flows I
shotgun down the boulevard?
You know who we are
I sing your favorite song
It's that time of the year
No snow in L.A., but at least you're here
I hold
at the crib and once we leave
I don’t want that shit around her
Found out I'm a dada
I don't wanna be questioned
That's another problem dude up in LA
Laid with
Well, my first time, let's see
Woke up with the sun today, it's another sunny day
I went past my mama crib, 90210, L.A.
But that shit six months
the first time I had to make a big move was when I was moving from Sydney to LA
With my older brother LAROI
And I remember, at first, I was just like,
the color of anger
They dry to form a scab
To the touch, it's stiff and resilient
Underneath, the new skin breathes, yeah
It's all been saved
With
What's this wall?
We love the wall
It's a wall of famous people?
Yeah
Wow, LA sucks
(I can't wait)
Dad, are you on the wall?
Are
on the outside
Are looking pretty slim
I feel so lucky on the inside
I feel I'm going to win…oh yeah
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back
L: What? Baby come get it (Rah: What? Nigga come get it)
[Rah Digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter than La Femme Nikita
Be all up in your hood like
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